Getting a response out of Blaine was so terribly easy for Kurt, and something about it was so insanely empowering that Kurt felt himself become intoxicated by the feeling. He wanted more of that. The guys hed been with before, theyd all been into him, but they hadnt ever challenged him the way Blaine was. He didnt have to work for them.

"Nice job teasing that asshole." Quinn muttered to him as he watched Santana drag away the boy, Kurts eyes glued to Blaines ass and his own cock twitching in his pants. Jesus. There was really nothing left to the imagination there.

"Im a pro." Kurt said absently back to her, watching as Santana directed Blaine to another guy in the room and clearly gestured to them both that they should get to know one another, causing both to blush as she left them.

"Now what? I assume this is all part of some master plan you have to psych him out or something…"

Kurt just nodded. In truth he had no plan. He had just gone along with things for the moment and now he was wondering how much work hed actually have to put in to get Blaine out of those pants.

"Hi Kurt." A new voice greeted him and Kurt looked over at a vaguely familiar looking guy with ringlets of curls and a hopeful smile.

"Hello…." Please supply your name, Kurt thought to himself, I sure as hell havent filed you away as someone I needed to remember.

"Jeremiah. Im Jeremiah. Golf team."

"Oh." Kurt let his eyes wander back towards Blaine, instantly irritated when he found that in that moment Blaine had disappeared from view.

"I was wondering if… uh… youd like to see a movie sometime… or something…"

"Golf team right?" Kurt asked, eyes still flitting over the crowd as he searched for Blaine.

"Yeah. Thats right."

"No."

He could hear the girls snicker behind him. In the hierarchy of college sports, the only thing lower than golf players were mascots and water boys and girls. Why this guy thought he had a shot was beyond Kurt.

"Oh… uh… okay. Nice routine today."

"Thanks."

"You looked really good out there."

Exasperated, Kurts eyes flashed back to Jeremiah. "Im looking for someone and clearly not interested. Go."

Jeremiahs mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out, his eyes unblinking through it all. He wandered back wordlessly, and Kurt sighed and went back to seeking out his Spartan counterpart. He couldnt have gotten lost that quickly.

There was a break in the crowd and then, Kurt finally saw Blaine again. Now he had two guys talking to him, one of which was the guy Kurt had tried to make a move on a few parties ago. Adam was it? The asshole that rejected him because he wanted to make a play on Blaine. Well, that would never do.

Ignoring the questioning calls of his girls, Kurt shoved his way through the crowd until he was again face to face with Blaine and pushed right between the two guys he had been talking with. "I wasnt done talking with you."

Blaine blinked a few times, looking at Kurt with perked up eyebrows. "I was done listening to you though."

"Bullshit. Youre done when I say youre done."

"Uh… should I…?" One of the guys made a backwards thumb motion as he posed the question.

"No. Its fine. Kurt was leaving." Blaine said flatly, eyeing Kurt steadily. Whatever power Kurt had over him back in the kitchen had apparently been lost.

"Im not actually, and you should." Kurt said, just as concretely. The guy took the cue and made a small wave to Blaine before leaving. Adam, on his other side, made the call me gesture with his hands before going, earning him even more of Kurts hatred.

"Why cant you just let me enjoy my evening?" Blaine sighed, sipping his drink and pointedly looking away from Kurt.

"Why cant you just accept your place in the pyramid." Kurt huffed, stepping closer and closing any gap left between them.

"Clearly Im some kind of overachiever. Must be because Im such a trust fund brat."

Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine used his words against him. "Dont pin this back on me. Theres an order at things at this school. People in the Sirens worked hard to get there. You screw around with things and everything theyve worked for will be for nothing."

Blaine turned his head and looked steadily at Kurt. "You really believe that? So what? Spartans are just supposed to roll over and submit to Sirens?"

Kurt knew that if there was any way to get what he wanted, it was by using his sexuality. He let a playful smile stretch his lips over his face and crawled his fingers up Blaines chest like before, and though Blaine tried to pull away, the room was too crowded for him to do so. "I have a feeling you like submitting…"

"Stop! Kurt!" Blaine choked, beer splashing over the edge of the plastic cup he was holding as he tried to put his own hands between them both to push Kurt away. "Im not one of these googly eyed guys around here. Im not going to do what you want just because you…. do…. that."

Kurt wasnt naive, but he certainly knew how to play the part as he batted his lashes and eyes Blaine. "What?"

"You know what." Blaine grumbled, taking a sip of his drink once more.

Kurt took in a heavy breath. He wasnt used to guys rejecting him, and it had happened now twice in the past month. Did he let his beauty regiment suffer somehow? Was there something he was missing when he looked in the mirror?

"Whats it going to take then for you to lay off?"

Blaine shook his head, "I dont follow."

"What do you want in order to keep the Spartans in line. You guys can have all the second place trophies you want but Sirens need to stay in the top spot."

That got an unexpected laugh out of Blaine. "Really? You want to barter for that?"

Kurt folded his arms over his chest. "Why else would I bother with you?"

The laughing stopped and Kurt watched, a pang shooting through his heart, as Blaines face fell. Kurt was used to being mean. Hell, he hadnt even flinched with shooting down the starry eyed golf player earlier, but something about the doe eyed cheerleader in front of him was screwing him up in ways he didnt understand.

"Im not going to suck just so you can be on top."

Blaines whisper was deliberately spoken slow and with a much deeper voice than Kurt had heard out of him before, one that went straight to his own groin. Fuck if this kid couldnt play at Kurts own game.

"Fine. I was willing to give you and your team a bit of mercy, but now youre all just going to hurt and be humiliated." Kurt said, taking in a breath to steady himself before storming off. He wasnt sure how he was going to deliver on the threat, but damned if he wasnt going to try.

JBIatSCU
sooooo drunk…..wooooo! lets go streaking everyone!

AuntieSnix
Well, that was an unpleasant end to the party. Naked, furry, jew fro everywhere… and yet… not.

FondueForMew
I didnt know boys could have two bellybuttons.

AuntieSnix
What?

FondueForMew
That guy, he had an innie on his tummy and one where his peepee shouldve been.

Quintessential
Oh…. Brit….